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Shuijing's fortune-telling stall was on Nanfang Street,
Compared to the most prosperous East-West Street,
Most of the people here were locals, and the local customs were stronger.
There was originally a fortune-teller on this street,
He was a lean old man. What did he look like? Gray White,
He was wearing a Daoist robe that had been washed a little white. On the table in front of him was a tattered book, a turtle shell, a few copper coins, and a bamboo tube filled with bamboo sticks,
At first glance, he was much more credible than the fortune-telling stall in Shuijing.
Ever since that incident..,
Shuijing hated monks and Daoists the most. Seeing that his stall was actually less than a hundred meters diagonally opposite this old Daoist priest..,
His face couldn't help but darken,
He planned to go back and scold the secret guard who chose this position for him.
What Shuijing didn't notice was..,
When he passed by the old Daoist priest's fortune-telling stall..,
The old Daoist priest, whose eyes were originally half-closed, raised his eyelids,
His eyes were shining as he stared at his back,
Until he took his seat..,
Only then did he close his eyes again.
Ten taels per divination, even if there were many rich families in Yangzhou..,
Not many people were willing to spend this money on illusory fortune-telling that they didn't know if it was true or false.
Moreover, there was a fortune-telling master who looked even more reliable not far away,
One divination was only ten copper coins.
Shuijing didn't care about the bleakness of having so many customers coming but no one patronizing him. Instead, he was happy to be free and picked up a travel book to read.
After an unknown amount of time, just as he was reading with relish, the sunlight in front of him was suddenly blocked. He raised his head and saw an old man in his fifties or sixties standing in front of the stall. He was dressed plainly but did not lose his dignity. His bearing was calm and somewhat dignified. Based on his judgment of countless people, this person either had a small family fortune or was the steward of a large family. However, this person's eyebrows were short and deep. He was afraid that he had been troubled for a long time. Looking at his face, he had no illness or disaster recently. It seemed that the person who was troubled should be someone around him.
"Fortune telling?" Shuijing was the first to speak.
The old man hesitated for a moment and looked at the Shuijing several times. Then, he sat down and said, "I have a friend. Many things have happened in his family recently. I want to ask for a divination for him. When will his family turn from sorrow to joy?"
Shuijing raised her eyebrows. "Where is he? Why didn't he come personally?"
"My friend's identity is a little special, and … he doesn't really believe in this." The old man was a little embarrassed. "I came here without telling him."
Shuijing thought for a moment. "Since that's the case, let's do a word reading." He pointed at the paper and pen. "Write anything."
The old man picked up a pen and wrote "Lin" on the paper. Then, he looked at the Shuijing expectantly.
Shuijing looked at the words on the paper, frowned slightly, and said bluntly, "'Lin' is a good character. With two trees together, there is no difficulty that can stump him. But … "
The old man looked happy for a moment, then became nervous again. "But what?"
Shuijing pointed at the "tree" on the right side of "Lin" and said, "This" tree "is bigger than the one on the left. It is especially conspicuous in the" Lin ". As the saying goes, the tallest tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. With your friend's current situation, I'm afraid … "He shook his head.
The old man's face turned pale. "You, you mean … Sir, do you have a way to solve this problem? Please, you must save my master. "
Master?
Shuijing looked at the old man without batting an eyelid. He didn't care about the old man's fear and anxiety. He said bluntly, "No."
The old man didn't expect Shuijing to reply so bluntly. He was stunned. Then, as if he remembered something, he took out two silver ingots from his sleeve and said, "This is ten taels of silver. It's the money for the word reading." After he finished speaking, he took out a banknote from his bosom. "Sir, this old man only has this much on me, but my master is very rich. As long as you are willing to help him out of his current predicament, you can have as much money as you want. This banknote is a deposit for you. I beg you to do a good deed and save my master. My master has never done anything bad in his life. Every year, he gives medicine and porridge. He has never left behind money for incense and oil to the temple. For such a good person, do you really have the heart to stand by and do nothing? "
Stand by and do nothing? How could he be so sure that he could help his master?
Thinking of this, Shuijing began to narrow his eyes and carefully size up the old man. He didn't notice that although the old man was dressed plainly, the fabric was expensive. This was not something that an ordinary family could afford, let alone a servant. This meant that his master's family was either rich or noble. There were many salt merchants in Jiangnan. Not only were they rich, but they also secretly controlled Jiangnan's economic lifeline and even the officialdom. Among the officials, he thought of someone who had power and money and was related to the word "Lin" — — Lantai Temple's doctor, Imperial Salt Patrol, Lin Ruhai.
Unfortunately, no matter who it was, he didn't like any of them. Was giving porridge and adding money for incense and oil a good person?
Thinking of this, Shuijing put the two silver ingots into his pocket and pushed the banknote to the old man. "Sorry, I really can't do anything. Please find someone better."
The old man looked as if the sky had collapsed. He said mournfully, "Does Teacher not have any compassion?"
"How strange." Shuijing didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed. "With your master's status, why would you think that a fortune-teller like me can help? Moreover, the person who can destroy him is definitely not an ordinary person. How can a fortune-teller like me help? "
Even if he could help, why would he waste time and energy to help someone he didn't like? He wasn't a saint. To put it bluntly, he was a bit narrow-minded.
The old man's face stiffened. He stammered for a long time but couldn't say anything.
"I'm very curious." Shuijing tapped the table. His voice became cold. "Why do you think I can help your master?"
The old man lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I-I'm sorry to disturb you."
Looking at the old man's fleeing figure until it disappeared, Shuijing picked up the travel book again and read it.
He wasn't afraid that someone knew his identity and wanted to harm him. Since they came, they had to be alive to go back.
Time flew by. Soon, the sun set in the west. At this time, it was slightly difficult to read the book. Shuijing stretched his stiff neck and decided to go home.
"I-I'm wondering if Teacher can read my fortune?"
A voice as soft as a mosquito sounded. Shuijing looked at the person who came. It was a burly man with a dark face. If he wasn't the only one around, Shuijing would find it hard to believe that he was the one who spoke just now.
When the burly man saw that Shuijing didn't speak for a long time, he couldn't help but become nervous. He said in a panic, "Teacher, I-I want to have my fortune read."
Shuijing touched his forehead.
Today was really strange. With such a strong competitor like the lean Daoist priest, there were actually two people who wanted to have their fortunes read. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that something was wrong.
However, he was more concerned about whether this burly man, who was wearing faded and patched coarse hemp clothes, had the money to pay him ten taels of silver. He didn't like to work for free.
Jia Xie was very puzzled.
Recently, other than knowing that Shuijing had set up a fortune-telling stall, he didn't know anything else. Shuijing didn't tell him, and he didn't intend to ask. This wasn't like when he was Shuijing's study partner. They didn't hide anything from each other. After so many years, Shuijing must have a lot of secrets. Otherwise, he wouldn't have succeeded in usurping the throne before anyone could react. He thought very clearly. Shuijing was willing to tell him, so he would listen. If he didn't tell him, he wouldn't be able to find out even if he cracked his head. He might even cause Shuijing to be disgusted. It wasn't easy for him to live a good life. Why would he dig his own grave? And the more he knew, the greater the responsibility he had to bear. Jia Xie was very self-aware. Even if he didn't like Wen Dongyan, he knew that he didn't have the ability to do so. Therefore, he was happy to be an idle man.
What Jia Xie didn't understand was that this wasn't the capital. Who needed him to personally welcome someone? It wasn't that he was conceited, but he was a first-class general. Not everyone was qualified to welcome him …
As he thought about it, Jia Xie's head became heavier and heavier. His upper and lower eyelids had long been fighting. He almost fell asleep standing up.
"Master Jia, the guest is here." The manservant, who was waiting quietly at the side, reminded him in a low voice. Seeing that Jia Xie was still dozing off, he couldn't help but raise his voice. "Master Jia? Master Jia! "
Jia Xie suddenly quivered. He turned to look at the manservant in confusion. Under the manservant's signal, he turned back to look at the slowly approaching green sedan chair. He knew that the guest was here. He hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He tidied his clothes, straightened his chest, and raised his head. He made a good posture and waited for the guest.
The white sedan chair landed. The curtain lifted and a person stepped out of the sedan chair.
Jia Xie looked at the person in confusion. After a while, his eyes suddenly widened. "Brother-in-law?" His tone was very hesitant.
Lin Ruhai, who had just stepped out of the sedan chair and stood on the ground, also looked at him in disbelief. "Brother-in-law?"
Jia Xie's heart thumped. It really was Brother-in-law Lin Ruhai. No wonder the Shuijing sent him to welcome him.
But …
How did Lin Ruhai become like this?
Jia Xie muttered in his heart. He and Lin Ruhai had not seen each other for more than ten years. In his memory, Lin Ruhai was still the same handsome young man who had just married a beautiful wife and had a bright future. He was not the old man in front of him with a pale face and a thin body with deep eye sockets. At first glance, he could tell that Lin Ruhai was seriously ill. Although he had changed a lot, he did it on purpose. Lin Ruhai couldn't have done it on purpose.
Lin Ruhai's thoughts were also in a whirl. Although he knew that Jia Xie had been Prince Rui's study partner at the Shuijing, he also remembered that they had drifted apart and hadn't seen each other for many years. Jia Min had once nagged him, saying that her eldest brother wasn't good at literature or martial arts. After becoming the Prince's study partner, he didn't give himself a promotion. If it had been her second brother, Jia Zheng, he definitely wouldn't have been demoted. Maybe their Jia family would have returned to the glory of their ancestors.
Lin Ruhai didn't judge his two brothers-in-law on the surface, but in his heart, he agreed with Jia Min. In his opinion, Jia Xie was the kind of person who had a lot of good cards in her hands but played them badly. His Lin family had also inherited the title of Marquis. It had been passed down for five generations, all the way to his father's generation. He knew that he couldn't inherit the title, so he studied hard. In the end, he fought his way through the imperial examinations and didn't disgrace the reputation of his ancestors. If he was Jia Xie, his achievements wouldn't be limited to what he had now. Maybe he could even leave his name in history.
But Jia Xie appeared here at this time. Presumably, her relationship with Prince Rui had improved. Lin Ruhai thought back. A year ago, the Jia family's letter to Jia Min mentioned that Jia Xie was always stealing chickens and touching dogs. How did such a good-for-nothing like her enter the Shuijing's eyes again?
Jia Xie didn't know that Lin Ruhai despised him in his heart. But he and Jia Min and Lin Ruhai didn't have a good relationship. Jia Min didn't like him as an older brother. Lin Ruhai, who had a good relationship with Jia Zheng, wasn't much better. Therefore, he didn't have the enthusiasm of meeting relatives. He only said lightly: "Master has been waiting for a long time. Come with me."
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